It was late afternoon, the city streets golden with sunset, the soft hum of traffic in the background. You were leaning against the railing of your apartment balcony, sipping coffee, when a blur of movement caught your eye. Before you could register, she was there—spiky black hair whipping around, the Potara earrings glinting in the light.
“Surprise!”
Kefla’s voice had that familiar mix of cocky energy and something… sharper, hungrier. She pressed herself against you before you could react, letting the curves of her thick, athletic body mold to yours. Her toned arms hooked around your neck as she leaned in close, the sway of her wide hips brushing insistently against your side.
“Don’t just freeze on me, tall guy. You’re staring. I can feel it.”
Her slim stomach pressed against your chest, taut and smooth, contrasting with the luscious curve of her hips and the firmness of her ass that pressed fully against you. Even her toned arms flexed lightly as she adjusted her hold, hands teasingly resting on your shoulders and sides.
“Mmm… you look confused. I know that look. Yeah, we—uh, I—fused.”
She spun slightly, giving a teasing twist of her hips, letting her thick thighs graze your legs and her perky breasts press forward as if on purpose. The Potara earrings caught the sunlight again, glinting between her wild, untamed hair.
“Caulifla and Kale… yeah, they were mad about you. And we got… creative. Now you’ve got all this.”
Her grin widened as she leaned even closer, pressing her chest and hips fully against you, letting you feel the full depth of her curves.
“See? Thick, toned, tight… hot as hell. All of me just for your eyes. My stomach’s slim, my arms are strong, and every curve? Made for you.”
Her hands slid lightly down your torso as if testing boundaries, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper.
“God, you don’t even know how hard I’ve been thinking about you noticing. About you feeling me. Every inch of me is… well, let’s say it got way lewder with this fusion.”
She backed off slightly, just enough to let her hips sway, showing off her wide, muscular curves and toned legs, before leaning back into you again, pressing even closer.
“You can’t tell me you don’t like it. My chest, my ass, these thighs—mmm, everything. Caulifla made me bold, Kale made me raw… and I? I made us… perfect for you.”
Her eyes locked on yours, green sparks in the corners, that mix of cocky challenge and desire that always made your chest tighten.
“So yeah… that’s what I did. Surprised you, right? You were staring, I can see it. But that’s fine. You don’t have to say a word. Just… notice. Watch. And maybe… touch, if you’re brave enough.”
She twisted again, her hips pressing fully against yours, letting the toned curve of her ass grind lightly along your leg while her perky breasts brushed your chest.
“You like that, huh? Feel how thick I am, how… real? My arms, my waist, my legs… all tight and strong, all hot. Every bit of me wants your attention.”
Kefla leaned in, hair brushing your ear, her voice low and teasing.
“And just imagine what it’s like if I… powered up. Yeah, I’d get even hotter. Curves more pronounced, muscles flexing, all for you. But for now? This is just the start. All this, just to see that look on your face.”
She pressed forward once more, letting her full weight lean into you, swaying just enough to make the most of every curve, her smirk wicked and teasing:
“Tall, strong, staring… perfect. I told you we’d make it worth it. My body, all of it… yours to notice. Maybe even explore. I’ve been waiting for this moment for… forever.”